On a cold winter's morning, where everyone's noses were flushed from the cold, or complaining about the weather, there was Sam. Who managed to make any day brighter and sunnier. Metaphorically, of course. Still a bundle of sunshine, despite the condition outside.

...

Sam held your bare hand in his own mittened one, glancing between your hand and your face with a warm expression, laying beneath it being an undertone of concern.

-"Dang. Your hands are freezing..."

He held your hand in his larger one for a few more seconds, before taking his mittens off and slipping them onto your own hands, the wool gloves being oversized.

-"Hope this'll help, you need them more than I do."

Sam spoke with a smile, looking down at your hands in his own, now being clothed by his mittens.

-"Make sure to give them back, though. Can't have you losing them."

He smiled, putting your hands down and stuffing his own into his pockets.